"Definitely different." Instinctively, he checks the area, his line of sight lingering on the humanoid holes in the walls. He doesn't want to be caught off-guard if another one of those creatures crawls out. (Spot: 11 + 4 = 15) The nearest cluster of holes looks clear.

"I mean, for me, things've been...rough." Had he meant to say that? He was trying to reassure her, not-- "My 'spells' or whatever are basically useless against those things. I think Tim's probably the only reason I haven't been snapped in half yet."

What. What. It's--it's true, but not...what.

He shoots Tim a look, somewhere between confused and apologetic.